by Shaye Marlow
So what if they knew what I was up to, if they saw right through me? Did I really care?
Yeah, I cared. But it was J.D. out there. I battled with myself for another couple seconds, but really, it was a foregone conclusion.
“I gotta go check on my boat,” I said. Not waiting for the questions, the comments, I hurried across the room. I burst into the sunshine, and gasped fresh air.
The door clapped shut—and J.D. grabbed me. He spun me around, clasped my face in both callused hands, and he kissed me, almost lifting me off my feet with his urgency.
I grasped both of his biceps, and pulled myself into it. My vision sparkled and spun, and then my eyes closed, and he flooded my senses.
He pressed, and I yielded, accepting his lead. He pushed, and I stepped back. One stumbling step at a time, back, back, back across the yard as our breath mingled and tongues tangled.
I was panting, moaning into his mouth, my nails digging into his skin. I was hyper-aware of the urgent bump of his body against mine, his heat, his scent. I didn’t feel the ground beneath my feet. Just him. Only him.
And I wanted more. So much more.
With a growl, he banded his arms around my waist, and lifted. Then we were moving across the yard, still kissing, my hands in his hair, and I didn’t give one single damn where he took me.
On the other side of the Jeep, he let me slide down, then pressed me back against the red paint. Back until our lips tore apart, and I stared up at him, eyes wild.
“Anytime, anywhere,” he murmured.
My lips twitched into a helpless smile. “Can you, will you?” I breathed.
“Oh, yes.” Then his lips were back on mine. It was a long, lush meeting of mouths that stole my amusement, and every single thought straight out of my head.
Then he dropped. His hands slid up over my knees, then up my thighs, pushing my skirt up. He was kneeling at my feet. I was so dazed, so overwhelmed, that it took me a few seconds to realize his purpose. Didn’t get it until he pushed my legs apart, and his thumb grazed me through my panties.
“Oh!” I gasped, nearly jumping out of my skin. I found the driver’s side mirror, and latched on, clinging for dear life.
He nearly brought me to my knees with the first touch of his tongue. It wasn’t even full contact, just a teasing brush through the thin material of my underwear. The zing of sensation was followed by a flood of heat that made just about every part of me go rubbery.
J.D. gave me a smile full of promise as his fingers traced the sensitive creases of my thighs, the delicate lace edge of my underwear. He stroked me until I trembled, until I was tempted to beg him to do something, anything. Tingles showered through me like sparks, scattering from everywhere he touched. Then—finally!—he tugged my panties aside, and ducked his head under my skirt.
Even then, he insisted on teasing me. I felt the tickle of his breath, the wander of his fingers, everywhere but where I wanted them.
“You smell so good,” he said on a groan, his voice vibrating against me in that deep range that made me lose my mind. “You make me so fucking hard.” It was a rough growl, and his hands tightened on my upper thighs, making me whimper with need.
I ached for his touch, tingled, throbbed. I grabbed at his head, trying to pull him closer. I squirmed, straining up on tiptoes, lifting one knee against his shoulder, pushing forward against his mouth. Anything to get him closer. Anything.
I wanted him so bad it hurt. I shook. And cried out when he finally touched me. I just barely had the presence of mind to jam my forearm in my mouth—so they didn’t hear him killing me.
A single sweep of his tongue changed everything. The shock waves rippled up my body, stiffening me to breathless tightness. Every iota of my being was focused on that spot, anticipating, my thoughts now: More, more, more.
The second swirling sweep laid me to waste. Muffling my cry, I folded over him, until he was the only thing holding me up. Him, and his busy, busy mouth. His hot tongue, the velvety slide of which had become my whole world. The heat of his breath, the sound of his groan, and the vibration of it against me… I was lost. Afloat in pleasure, my senses out to sea.
“God, Thea,” he groaned. He relinquished his strong, possessive grip on my thigh, and his hand slid between.
Nothing could have prepared me for the feel of his fingers sliding into me. I nearly screamed as my muscles ratcheted down around them. I clutched at him as I strained into his touch. He pressed into me with equal strength, pressing me back, licking around his pumping fingers like he wanted to eat them out of me. His tongue lashed, and his fingers curled, rubbing that spot, all the spots, spreading fire through my belly, my thighs.
My hips bucked against his face. He just growled and held me, and licked and petted.
He possessed me utterly.
I was sweating with exertion, trembling with the rising tide of sensation. I uttered wordless pleas, begging him.
It was no time at all before I lost control completely. My body spasmed gracelessly. My back arched, my legs trembled, and my muscles tightened around him. Over, and over, and over again.
I yanked at his hair as cold fire poured through my veins. Screamed into my forearm. Bit down on it with a muffled wail.
And through it all, he held me, groaning lovely things like ‘beautiful’, ‘taste so good’, ‘fuck yes’. But the prettiest of them all was my name. The sound of it, so deep and satisfied, echoed in my ears. I memorized the feel of it, whispered against my clit. It filled my mind, and spilled over into my heart.
He cast a spell over me.
Chapter Sixteen
J.D.
“J.D.! Thea! Where’d you go?”
I groaned. I had Thea on the ground, had caught her and rolled until she was sprawled under me. Her skin was warm and fragrant against my lips, her skirt hiked up high between us.
I couldn’t stop touching her. I gently nibbled her neck, while my fingertips wrote love notes on the soft, bare skin of her thigh.
“J.D.?” It was a woman’s voice, but past that, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care.
Thea wiggled, an ‘Oh no, it sounds like someone’s coming around the Jeep!’ wiggle.
I pretended not to speak Wiggle, and slumped more heavily against her. I’d finally gotten her where I wanted her, and I wasn’t letting her go. Not until utter exhaustion claimed us both, or a natural disaster killed everybody—whichever came first.
Thea kept wiggling in a way I was really enjoying—but she was also starting to make frantic sounds.
I groaned. “Go away, we’re naked!” I called.
“J.D.,” Thea hissed, slapping my shoulder.
I kissed her neck, loving the way she moaned in response.
“We can’t!” Her voice was pleading. I really liked it.
“They’ll go away,” I assured her. In fact, I thought they already had.
I moved those precious few inches higher, and settled myself fully between her legs. She shuddered and clung, her thighs sliding up my hips.
But even as she rubbed herself against me, she was shaking her head. “Not here,” she said. “Not here!”
I pushed myself upward, and looked down at her. “Not here?”
She nodded vigorously. “Somewhere else. Anywhere else. My gramma’s in there!” she added in a desperate tone.
I sprang to my feet, and pulled her up after me. I steadied her as her legs wobbled, then tugged her away from the Jeep.
“There you are!” Suzy called.
Thea was trying to yank her skirt straight, to turn to address her, but I had a goal. I pulled her toward the boats with single-minded determination. “We’re leaving!” I called, raising my free hand in farewell.
“But… What…? You just got here!” Suzy said.
“Sorry!” Thea called.
She wasn’t moving fast enough for me. She gasped, then laughed when I scooped her off her feet.
“This one?” I asked, spotting the Birch Chalets logo. I leaped nim
bly over the gunwale into the boat.
Thea started squirming before I could set her down. “I can drive,” she said.
“Not on your life. I wanna get there in one piece, and sometime today. So, you stay.”
She huffed, but stayed where I’d put her. I wished my brothers had seen it.
I set the anchor in the boat, pushed us off, and lowered and started the engine. The whole while, as she put her life vest on, her eyes were on me. They drifted all over me, and stuck at my crotch. I was still hard, seemed to be cursed to be so in her presence, always.
But she didn’t seem to think it was a curse. She was practically licking her lips.
I met her gaze, and held it. I was promising her things. Hot, sweaty things. Things that made me tighten, made me tremble with eagerness, made me breathless with anticipation—and I hoped they did the same to her.
We’d made it just out of sight of Suzy’s when it happened.
Thea stood, and walked back to me. And fell to her knees.
I almost yelped as she touched me. She was just running her hands up the outsides of my legs, but it was arguably the most intense thing I’d ever felt. Because it was Thea, and her eyes were smoldering… and she’d just told me a story about an orally-fixated troll.
She slid her fingers in under my borrowed life jacket, under my shirt—making me suck in a startled breath—and found the button on my jeans. Poised there, she glanced up at me.
The roar of the engine made conversation impossible. Otherwise, I might have told her, “Yes, please. A thousand times, yes. Please.” Instead, I widened my legs, silently begging her to continue.
She took the invitation, moving between them. Her fingers were cool where they brushed my belly. Her hair whipped around her face as she looked up at me, a siren on her knees, her eyes as hot as the river was cold.
With a little tug, she conquered my button. She had some difficulty with my zipper, straining as it was over my erection. The boat’s forward momentum suffered as I quickly unbuckled my life vest and pushed the edges aside, giving her access.
She reached in and found me, and my flesh leapt to her touch. I hardened even further as I watched surprise and pleasure flicker over her features, as that clever hand of hers began to explore me through my boxers.
It was too much, feeling her hand on me at last. Between that and the fast-forwarding my imagination was doing, my balls tightened up. I tried to control my reaction, tried to breathe through it.
I managed, barely. And then, like a kid in the cookie jar, she was reaching into my underwear. Her fingers had warmed up some, but I was hot hot hot. We both groaned as she touched me, finding silky skin over steely hardness.
She traced all the way down to where I was jammed down my pantleg. I shifted to give her more room, and she went fishing. Her hand slid down, and down, and down, and…
Almost elbow-deep in my pants, she looked up at me. What she said, in the super-heated space between us, came through loud and clear: “You’ve gotta be freaking kidding me.”
…and she finally found where I ended, much closer to my knee than was strictly normal. She gulped, and I could guess what she was thinking: He has a fucking sword in his pants. A weapon of mass destruction, a frickin’ warhead. A hammer. A goddamn mace. You name it, I’d heard it.
But you know what I loved about Thea? She didn’t say any of those things.
She just wrestled my cock out, and guided me straight into her mouth. The engine revved under my hand. Her mouth was hot, and wet, and so incredibly, suddenly amazing, I nearly lost it. Again.
She took a good half of me, moving closer, letting me steady her as she tasted me. Even her hair—lashing around the base of my cock, tickling my balls—was good. And then she added a hand, stroking what she couldn’t suck. The pleasure was building quickly. Too quickly.
I slid my fingers into her hair, barely keeping them from fisting in it, and let back on the throttle. I was losing control. With her mouth stretched around me, the sharp bite of suction, the view of my thick cock sliding in slowly, sliding out shiny, out from between those plump, pink lips… it was too much. As my brothers had predicted, I was going to shame the family.
“Thea,” I groaned. I needed to push her away, but my fingers tightened in her hair instead. We’d slowed to a bare idle, and I was driving as erratically as she had when tipsy. My hips had a mind of their own, pushing me desperately into her mouth.
She moaned around me, and the vibrations took it up another notch. I was sweating, beyond excited, beyond turned on. And she was giving me more, touching me more. Her hand slid around my side, and her nails bit into my back, dragging down until she dipped beneath my loosened waistband and dug them into my ass.
She was freaking amazing, finding all the best places with her tongue, really enjoying my cock. It was like she had a huge ice cream cone of her favorite flavor, and it was a hot day, and I was threatening to melt…
The top of my head felt like it might blow off. But, I couldn’t let it end like this. I wanted to be inside her, dammit, had wanted it from the very first moment I’d clapped eyes on her. Inside her just as deeply as I could possibly be.
“We’re not gonna make it to your place,” I said, my voice strained.
“Mmm,” was her reply.
My cock jerked, and I veered wildly toward shore. I palmed the side of her head, tense with the urge to push her away, to give myself a breather. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
So, I hurried. I swerved into a little slough, and nosed us in behind a fallen spruce which obscured our view of the river. The boat jolted against the sandy bank, stopping with a suddenness that rocked her backward. I popped free of her mouth, and she blinked up at me with surprise. She was sexy as hell, cheeks rosy, mouth wet.
I tossed my life vest aside. Hers was a little more difficult, with my hands shaking the way they were. I grasped her under the arms and lifted her up so that she straddled me with her skirt stretched across my thighs, and palmed her perfect butt, dragging her close.
We ate at each other’s mouths as I touched her all over, everywhere I could reach, and quickly. Her breast, her waist… I yanked her skirt up, and groaned as I found her panties soaked, loved the breathy little sounds she made, how she pushed into my touch. I tightened my arm around her, trapping my throbbing erection between us. Our breaths hissed as she writhed against me, teasing us both.
Then, it was just a mad scramble to get inside her. Her panties revealed themselves to be the tear-away kind. She pulled her skirt out of the way and pushed herself up as I wrestled a condom out of my pocket. I almost laughed as she continued to kiss me—my forehead and ear, and anything else she could reach. I tilted my head back to give her my mouth as I rolled the condom on.
Our wild antics had somehow aligned the appropriate parts, and she finally, finally sank down on me. I thought I’d always remember this moment—the look of wonder in her eyes, the nudging motion of her hips, her heat so snug and velvety-wet around me.
The water lapped at the boat, the birds were singing in the treetops. Somewhere far off was the drone of a boat engine. But the only thing important now was Thea in my arms, the weight of her in my lap, the incredible feel of her sucking me in. She was clinging to me, sort of disguising the fact that I was doing the same to her.
She sank onto me slowly, an inch at a time. Her thighs trembled where they stretched around me, and it was all tight heat I was pushing into.
She rocked and I gasped. I’d lost control of this encounter a long time ago—or maybe I’d never had it. I was feeling things I’d never felt, never expected. It was all new, all incredible; the first upward stroke, the first long slide. The warmth I felt watching pleasure darken her eyes, spread a flush across her cheeks. She fit into my lap as though she’d been made for me.
Then, fully seated, she rocked. It was a deep caress, a move that said she wanted as much of me as I could give, and when combined with a breathless moan, it sent lust crashing
through me.
I snapped. I reared up and devoured her neck, pressing her back. Her head hung, hair swaying, and she was making more of those noises, laughing with pleasure as I kissed the underside of her jaw, that hypnotizing spot just below her ear.
And then we were on the bottom of the boat. I drove into her. She strained upward, tilting her hips, accepting me with a wild eagerness that matched my own.
‘Frantic’ was the perfect word for what we did. I rocked into her harder and harder, making her cry out with each thrust. I was throbbing, all afire. My heart pounded so hard, I thought it’d work its way out of my chest.
I changed the angle, rubbed her clit with each deep thrust, and she clung to me, starting to tremble. She was even wetter now, even more welcoming, and I knew she was close. She began to strain upward, flexing and arching.
Feeling triumphant—and almost completely out of breath, but not giving a damn—I worked myself into her, trying to keep from cumming, myself. Strained not to as she scraped her teeth over my skin, as she made gasping, sobbing sounds in my ear. As her nails dug into me through my shirt.
But when her pussy clamped down around me, when she cried my name, I quit holding back. I quickened my pace, and made her scream. The sensations felt too big for my body, made me swell even more. Her legs slid up, and I was in her even deeper, and she shrieked even louder. The clothing between us was hot and damp—everything was hot and damp—and she smelled like flowers.
I thrust into her one last time, pressed my face into her neck, and then I was cumming, cumming my brains out, in a boat, parked in a slough, with only a fallen spruce guarding our modesty. But I didn’t care about any of that, because I was with Thea, I was inside her, and it was the most wrenching, most amazing orgasm of my life. I could have done it in front of all the fishing guides on the river, and in front of all of their fish, and still I would have felt and seen and smelled and tasted only her. I was wild with it, wild about the woman under me, cradling and clinging to me.
